Nothing more vs nothing less
She was always a go go go kind of girl
A minute stood still was a minute wasted
There was just so much to see,
so much to do
so much to be!
That’s when she met him
He was lazy
Did things his own way
But still seemed happy
She looked at him and understood nothing.
Funny how two very different people’s lives can keep crossing
While she was working at the local diner he was ordering lunch.
While she was getting A’s in Ms. Polly’s biology class he was a row behind getting solid C’s.
While she was mowing her front lawn he was across the street drinking lemonade on his.
While she was on the field playing sports he was in the bleacher with a couple of friends.
And one summer’s day, while she was hiking he was napping under a shady tree
She finally asked
“How can you do it?”
He peeked out from under his cap, looking only mildly surprised to see another person in the middle of the woods.
“How can you sit there and do nothing? Sit there and accomplish nothing? Sit there and be nothing?!”
He paused for a moment
“Have you ever tried it?”
Ok, that was not the answer she was expecting
He didn’t say another word, just shifted a little to the left
But it was a clear invitation to stay a while
Never one to ignore a challenge, she plopped herself down against the hard, uncomfortable trunk
She leaned against that tree
And she sat
And she sat
And she sat
Until she was bored
And then she sat some more.
She began to hear the birds chirping, and the stream running
She began to smell the pine and the wildflowers all around them
She began to see all the leaves in the trees and the little critters scampering by
She began to breathe in the fresh air
Until she wasn’t bored anymore,
Until she felt at peace.
she looked at him and understood nothing,
Wonderful, beautiful nothing
Let me tell you a story
Let me tell you a story about a girl who was born in the sunflowers
It was a series of bad luck really
Her water broke early and one flat tire later they’re in the middle of a field
But sometimes those worst moments turn into the best days of our lives
A baby’s cry rings out amongst the endless flowers
Let me tell you a story about a girl who grew up in the sunflowers
Her papa loves her so much he plants her a garden of sunflowers
She spends her childhood hiding, and reading.
and playing, and sleeping.
and breathing in the flowers
Let me tell you a story about a girl who fell in love in the sunflowers
This little girl grows up and moves away
She becomes a gardener
And that’s when a young man starts coming by
He asks about a different type of flower everyday
Until he comes in and says he’s looking for the perfect flower to ask out a girl
She suggests sunflowers
Half an hour later he suggests they have lunch together with a bouquet in hand
They were married surrounded by the yellow flowers
Let me tell you a story about a girl who lived her life in the sunflowers
Over time her back starts to ache
So when she’s saved up enough, she opens a floral shop
She spends the rest of her days selling sunflowers
And going home to a husband who always makes sure there’s a vase of them by the window
And to two sunshiny little girls who love the colour yellow
Let me tell you a story about a girl who died in the sunflowers
She lived a good life, a happy life
Eventually her skin started to wrinkle and her hair turned white
but as she lay there in that hospital bed, she knew she was loved
So many bouquets, all of them sunflowers
Until her whole room was garden
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep-
Let me tell you a story about a girl who was reborn as a sunflower
for a while it’s cold and dark
wet and damp and cramped
so cramped she decides to stretch
she stretches until her fingers break through the earth
and she pulls herself up towards the sky
And when she feels brave enough, she uncovers her face to feel the sun
The warm glow kisses her cheeks as she smiles
her yellow petals caressed gently by the breeze
What was the last thing I broke?
I have this cup.
It is my favourite cup.
It is shaped like a pineapple
And I think this is very fun
A tropical cup to get me through the winter months
Today I dropped it, as i often do (not on purpose) and the plastic green leaves popped right off.
Leaving me without a drink,
A bald pineapple,
And still three more months of winter
Time stole the memories from his head
Like ripe plums, one by one they were plucked away
Until he was a no longer complete
A nameless man with two options
Surrender or fight
And so he fought.
He rebelled against the absolute
It’s funny how power can be found in the places you least expect it
A frail old man waging a war
Everyday into the unknown
He didn’t believe in god anymore
Because what kind of god would allow this suffering
What kind of god would allow a monster into his skull
To gnaw at his cerebral
And yet he prayed every night
He was angry
More then that sad
Was there a difference between being determined or just desperate?
He struggled, scuffled, and fought
He fought because he was alive
But all battles end
And not everyone wins
He finally pegged down the emotion he hadn't been able to quite figure out
He was lonely
In his life (not that he remembered but) he had been an artist, a writer
And so when the end of the world came
He tore it down and wrote his own ending
He gave one last battle cry
but there was no one there to hear
At home alone sat an estranged son
He hadn’t heard from his father in years
Hadn’t thought of him in a long time
So to hear about his father’s passing basically in the form of a funeral invite…
Well he felt so much and nothing all at once
More than that sadness
Was there a difference between determination or just desperation.
Along with the invitation came a letter
This bastard waited until he was dead to…
Make sure he got the final word?
He didn’t know
And he didn’t want to know
So the letter sat for years
But he could never quite throw it away
It was only when the son had grey hair
In a hospital bed that he finally found he was ready to see what his father had to say
He’d lost his wife a few years ago and the kids only really visited at Christmas time
His father had been about this age when he passed.
He finally pegged down the emotion he couldn’t quite figure out all those years ago
He was lonely
Opening the envelope the now elderly man read the messy writing
It was short but it was enough
The son read it again and again
Until he couldn’t see through the blur or tears
“Jason, I don’t know much of anything now a days.
In fact I remember only one thing.
I don’t know who you are
But I know I love you”
And so he did the only thing he could
He cried out
But there was no one there to hear
It started with a bit of money
What we had in our pockets really
All fun and games
But the thrill of winning a hand
The thrill of being on top
It hooks you
You crave it
Need to feel it again
So you make another bet
A little bit more this time
The money that was supposed to go towards food
It's harmless really
So what if you have to skip a meal or two
but here's the thing
You don't lose
You keep on winning
Beginners luck or maybe you're just a natural
Either way the cards love you
You just can't lose
And then you do
You laugh it off
You can still win it back
You've done it once, you can do it again
So you raise the stakes
It's not just cash anymore.
You bet anything you can get your hands on
Property, information, everything you have
Because you have to turn it around
But lady luck just isn't with you
The cards just won't cooperate
Then the bell rings
And it's all over
Go-fish is an unforgiving game
And the first grade classroom is an unsympathetic casino
You played until you had nothing left
I played until until I had nothing left
Guess I'll have to borrow a pencil from Jimmy for afternoon classes
The Worst Break Up
Never have I seen a sadder sight
than the lonely man
trying to ride his bicycle built for two.
The little boy once known as the prodigy took his spotlight.
Violin at the ready,
Bow held high,
He played the most complex and beautiful melodies.
Songs that took you soaring through the heavens,
Suspended you in time.
Lost in the one man symphony.
Emotion and precision in perfect harmony.
And in the end,
...From his audience of two.
The streets can be an uncaring stage.
He made three dollars that day.
Maybe next time he'd have enough for a hot meal.
Hide and seek
My heart was pounding in my ears.
Breaths so shallow it left the world spinning.
I walked forward on numb legs one step at a time.
Wide eyed, sweating.
Fear, this was fear.
The happiest day of my life.
I loved her since the day she was born.
She was my world.
Behind the curtains was a lump.
A little breathing lump.
Two little shoes peeking out the bottom.
A giggle rung through the air.
or maybe it was a memory.
She was only seven.
She wasn’t ready to go.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
And then she was gone.
Forward step by step.
Until I’m close enough to reach out and touch the all too familiar shape.
I’m light headed now holding my breath.
but I need to know.
Ready or not here I come.
In one motion I threw open the curtains.
But there was no one there.
Nothing but an open window.
To have it all
I feel as if I’m caught in a balancing act.
One misstep and it’ll all come crashing down.
That’s the thing about starting from nothing,
you have nothing to lose.
Then you build yourself up.
Little by little.
Step by step.
Until you’re past the point of no return.
No turning back.
You’re on top of the world.
Of course the fall is always the worst from the top.
“No don’t think of that right now.”
Just do the same thing you’ve always done.
It’s all routine.
And you’ve gotten good at it.
Lots of practice.
It’s all a balancing act.
No end in sight.
Through it all.
And that’s when it all comes crashing down.
You lose one and the rest will follow.
Crumbling like old ruins.
Hours of work gone.
“God I hate dominoes.”
Oh well. Time to start again.